Day 12 – Exeter to Fowey
Wednesday 21st July 2010
I woke up quite early this morning with my thigh injury on my mind. I’m staying in a Backpackers hostel in the middle of Exeter, but it does seem like there’s more people living here for months on end, so sharing one room with 10 men as you can imagine is probably not the quietest room during the night, noises coming from all directions.
Last night I tried to find another decent Sports Massage Clinic, the guy I saw in Taunton had mentioned someone in Gandy Street. So after finding this little alley in Exeter where there were lots of decent bars and restaurants I found this little door leading to ‘Nigel Millet’ Massage and Well Being center. There was no one there so I gave him a call, he was unable to meet that evening but I had arrange to meet him early in the morning.
I told Nigel all about the problems I’ve been having with my leg, and the amount of massages I’ve been having to try and get me through this challenge. He was very good and started with some laser treatment to get directly to the muscle, then some further massage followed by more stretching. He seemed really good and after nearly an hour he only charged me for 30 minutes treatment. I was very impressed with the treatment he provided and left a tip.
So I left Exeter at 9:30 today very late considering I’d been starting no later than 8:30 most days. Anyway I knew it was going to be a long and slow day, there were lots of hills to contend with, maybe not the highest, but there were lots of them. I mainly stuck to the busy A30 for the first 30 miles, as this seemed to be the fastest route on paper, going on the minor B roads meant lots of shorter hills. With the leg feeling good all morning I made good progress and reached Liskeard around 15:30. From Liskeard I dropped south to Fowey.
There was a slight change to my route, as rather going to Par, I was to meet my brother and friends in Fowey, this is a lovely sailing village, with some nice bars and restaurants. Meeting Ash, Bob and Butcher in Fowey after crossing the Fowey River felt like I was near the end. We went for a few beers, found a B&B in a pub, had a decent meal and then out for a few more drinks.
My dad and uncle Frank arrived by 22:30 I had a quick chat and gave them directions to their B&B just up the road and arranged to meet them in the morning.











